“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.” - Murakami Kafka on the Shore
Last night was horrendous. Ridiculously loud outside. Ruby was being a sterling guard dog while Lee has been away, but every bang caused her to bark and she’s not usually a ‘barky’ pooch. 4 times in the night she barked and ran downstairs. But that was manageable. Living opposite a late night bar, two night clubs and Platinum Lace does not bode well on us and I guess we knew we’d never have a quiet life, but when someone started playing Bongos at 3am, which carried on until I called the police at 3.40am was just beyond bearable. There were people singing (a variety of different songs at the same time); clapping, chanting and shouting along. I couldn’t handle it any longer. I’ve been out and told them to shut up before but with no Lee here I guess I just felt too intimidated, plus I couldn’t drag my tired self to get dressed. So last night I had a grand sum of maybe four hours sleep…but…I just got back from a 9 mile run and it’s 9.15am. It’s the first longer (than my usual 6 miles every other morning) in about 6 weeks. I must do more. Surprisingly I’m not too tired and I have a world of plans for the day. Nothing major just feel like being creative. We’ll see how that goes.